Symphony of the Night

Evening shadows lengthen as the day says her goodbyes. The sun is a brilliant, glowing orb sinking in the western sky. Fireflies flit and dance in the rosy glow of twilight. My day is closing as I savor the first sounds of the symphony of the night. A lone wolf cries in the sweet night air; an owl sweeps past on silent wings. The creatures of the night emerge, quietly, from their hidden dens. The hum of the cicada sings through the surrounding hills and valleys. Field mice scurry through the grass to hide beneath the veranda. It’s nights like these that stir my soul, like a beautiful waking dream. Only at night can you hear these songs that drift on every breeze. I‘ve never feared these mysterious sounds that others try to flee; they fill the empty hours with their enchanted, haunting melodies. No one should fear to venture out in the hours after dark. It’s nothing like the daytime with its cacophony and noise. To listen to these deep delights, you need only close your eyes while nature perfects a symphony under moonlit, evening skies.